John Friday: Willing wife swappers

"Our car is that red convertible," George said. "Why don't you follow us? Our condo has the best stocked bar in town."

"We'll be right behind you," Don said, noticing how seductively Ellen stroked her lips with her tongue as she gave him a last, lingering look before turning toward their car across the street.

Don drove in silence, his eyes drawn time and time again to Ellen's long, gleaming black hair. It waved in the summer breeze like an inviting hand, and he followed… toward what, he wondered.

"I don't like the way she looks at you," Kathy said flatly.

"What about you? That horny bastard George could hardly keep his hands off you."

"Oh, Don… he only touched my arm!"

"But I'll bet it was your pretty little tits he was thinking about. And he kissed your hand like he wanted to eat you alive."

"You're jealous!" she said with a tinkle of delight in her voice. And, she thought, I guess you have a right to be. The hungry quiver of George's lips on the back of her hand, the soft, unseen stroke of his wet tongue… they'd made her pussy burn and drool with curious warmth. What would it be like to have a romantic, experienced older man suck so passionately on her sweet young cunt? Kathy didn't know, but she had a feeling she might find out.

For as long as she'd known anything at all about sex, Kathy Burgess had hungered for the feel of warm lips on her tender young cunt. She longed for the probe of a rough wet tongue that would part her juicy pussy, dig for her little clit and swirl it until her clit burned.

She'd begged Don to lick her cunt on their wedding night, but his cock was so hard and swollen with young lust that he could only think of ramming into her before he shot off in her lap. In all, it took maybe ten seconds for him to cum… hardly time enough to pop her cherry. In the two years since, she must have pleaded a hundred times, "Don, please… eat my pussy, get it really ready for your big cock so I can enjoy it all!"

Only once had he kissed her between her trembling legs. He mouthed her spread of silky golden cunt hair and then pulled away with a scowl upon his lips. "I'm sorry," he said, "I just can't it's like trying to eat lunch in a fucking sewer pipe!"

Kathy bit her lip that night to hold back a sobbing wail of anger and frustration. She clenched her eyes tightly shut to stop a flood of tears. My cunt can't smell like a sewer, she cried in her mind. He loves to ram his cock in it… why won't he eat it like I've always dreamed?

Unknown to her, Don had some deep-seated frustrations of his own. It started that first night together when they both were shy, overly excited eighteen-year-old virgins. Kathy reached to guide in his big cock that first time, and he jerked away. "Don't!" he'd cried. "I'm so fucking hot I can't stand it!" He thought sure he'd shoot his load before popping the tight virgin cunt he'd waited for so long.

Since then he'd gained more control. He longed to have her stroke his cock now, and he hungered even more to have her take it in her mouth, but Kathy always shied away from that. She knew he was still quick to spurt his gushing flood. She didn't want to frustrate or embarrass him by exciting him to cum in her hand and she couldn't stand the thought of his big cock squirting in her mouth!

Once in raging frustration, Don straddled her and inched forward on his knees until her firm, hard-nippled tits were smashed almost flat beneath the hairy cheeks of his ass, his long thick cock reaching out until it touched her chin.

"Suck it!" he said in a voice strained with desire. "Eat my cock!"

She could not help shivering, but Kathy tilted her head and flicked out shyly with her tongue. She heard Don gasp, his muscles tight like steel bands.

"Hhhungh!" he groaned when she wiggled her tongue out again, teasing it up and down in the slit of his cock head.

Don stabbed impulsively, impatient to have the thick knob of his cock between her warm lips. But Kathy winced and turned her head, jerking aside. His long prick brushed her cheek and pulsed as he moaned a cry of savage frustration. A hot jet of thick cream gushed into Kathy's ear. The next drenched the soft golden hair that curled around her neck. He kept thrusting and stabbing into the silken mass, gushing shot after shot of silver jism until she thought she might drown in the sticky flood.

It took an hour to wash and dry her long blonde hair, and she had never let Don get his cock even close to her face since then. She loved him, loved him deeply, and she felt quite certain that he loved her… but some barrier kept them from discussing their desires and their frustrations.

Both Kathy and Don had been raised in what their parents called "good homes". His folks and hers were both very strict, rigidly proper according to an iron-clad moral code drummed into their heads when they were young. Anything to do with sex and the natural ripening of young desire was discussed in tones of shame and guilt.

Don first didn't know what to do with a hard cock, but he soon learned from things he heard giggled and whispered about at school. A week later his mother caught him jacking off, leering at a catalog picture of a raven-haired woman dressed only in panties and a bra.

"Don!" she shrieked in horror. "Don't do that! It's a terrible sin! Self abuse will make you feeble minded! You might even go blind!"

That horrified the young boy, and it was not until years later that he learned it was all a bunch of shit. A science teacher set him straight. He said, "Oh, Christ… I used to jerk off two and three times a day. I still do whenever I feel like it – and I've got a Ph.D."

"What about going blind?"

"More shit," the candid teacher said. "I don't even wear glasses." Then he laughed. "When my old man caught me flogging my cock, he said it would make hair grow on the palm of my hand. Can you believe that?"

The honesty of his laughter helped put Don's young mind at ease. "Hell, if that was true, this right hand of mine would look like a little mink coat!"

Both Don's parents and Kathy's had fought to keep sex education classes out of the school. When that failed, they still burdened the young pair with guilt. Fucking outside of marriage was a terrible sin, they'd both been taught. And for married couples, fucking was only something to be endured, never enjoyed. What his mother called "unnatural acts" were the worst sins of all. Then Don didn't even know what those terrible acts might be.

Now grown and married, he knew – but he could not see anything unnatural about what his body craved so much. He could hardly pass another woman on the street without gazing at her lips and wondering what they would feel like closed warmly around the root of his cock, her head tipped back so the whole long shaft would slide into the dark wet tunnel of her throat. He doubted that his pretty young wife would ever be able to overcome fear and guilt and do what he longed for so much, but something in the flash of Ellen Chambers' dark eyes told him that she might.

"Welcome to our cramped but happy home," George said as he unlocked the door to their condominium.

"It's a lot bigger than our little apartment," Kathy said with a hint of envy.

"And the walls are soundproof," Ellen said with a knowing grin.

"You have a fireplace too!" Kathy said. "Oh, I've always wanted one!"

"It isn't real," George said. "Those logs are made of cement, and the red glow is from an electric heating element…"

"Still…" Kathy turned her back to the make believe fire and warmed her hands. With the sun down outside, it had begun to turn cold. Or perhaps, she thought, it's the fear of my obscene longings that give me such a chill.

"We could have a real fireplace if we could afford a house like those we looked at today," George said. He crossed the living room as he spoke and took a position behind a small bar in the far corner.